Taking me was business. Keeping me was personal.
Until mere moments ago, I was a doctor heading home after my shift at the hospital. But that was before I was forced into the back seat of an SUV, then bared and spanked for trying to escape.
Now I’m just leverage for the Cabello brothers to use against my father, but it isn’t the thought of being held hostage by these brutes that has my heart racing and my whole body quivering.
It is the way they’re looking at me…
Like they’re about to tear my clothes off and take turns mounting me like wild beasts.
Like they’re going to share me, using me in ways more shameful than I can even imagine.
Like they own me.
Author: Piper Stone
eBook Price: Kindle Unlimited/$4.95
Length: 77,400 words
“Such a bad girl,” Raddix whispered as he forced me to step out of my shorts. Using his foot, he pushed my legs wide open then rubbed the inside of my thigh. “I bet you taste real sweet.” His voice was almost unrecognizable, so dark and gritty. He yanked my hair away from the back of my neck before breathing a swath of hot air.
Instantly, goosebumps popped along every inch of skin. I was sizzling inside, the embers I thought long dead or nonexistent firing up.
Jagger’s kiss continued, his tongue dominating mine. The passion was explosive and the way he pressed his hand against the small of my back possessive.
Raddix fisted my hair, yanking me back into an arc as he crawled his fingers closer and closer to my swollen folds. I was wet and hot, my pussy aching. I hated myself for my body’s betrayal, the thin line between rationality and insanity shattered. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll be begging for more,” he continued then swirled the tip of his finger around my clit.
Another moan escaped from my throat as Jagger sucked on my tongue. I dug my fingers into his neck, clawing up and down as Raddix continued teasing me. I bucked against Raddix’s hand several times until I was rewarded with the brute sliding a single finger into my tight channel.
“Yeah, so damn tight,” he muttered. “I’m growing far too impatient.”
Only seconds later, both men stopped their actions, Jagger ripped my tee shirt down the front and exposed my breasts. The look on his face was barbaric, his upper lip curling into a snarl. He issued primal growls of his own as he cupped both breasts, dropping his head and immediately engulfing one nipple.
Raddix tugged off the rest of my tattered shirt, leaving me naked and even more vulnerable. He rolled his fingers up and down the crack of my ass before delivering several hard cracks against my bottom.
“Oh. Oh!” My cries weren’t only ones of pain. They were ones of confusion and longing, the combination disturbing as hell.
Raddix shoved several fingers inside my pussy, pumping hard and fast. Then he smacked my bottom again, the sound permeating my eardrums. After repeating the actions, I was thrown into a surreal moment, time standing still. The way Jagger nipped and sucked first one nipple then the other was incredible, both combinations of pain and pleasure unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
I was only vaguely aware when Jagger pulled me into his arms, taking a few steps then dumping me onto the table, opening and pushing my legs all the way back. I’d never felt so exposed, wide open for all three men to do whatever they wanted to me.
My breathing scattered, I blinked several times in an effort to focus but it was next to impossible. I heard the sound of a chair being dragged closer to the table, able to tell Raddix sat down with a hard thump.
His expression was just as carnal as Jagger’s had been, his eyes dilated. I closed mine, folding my arms across my chest, but Thorn refused to allow that to happen, pulling them over my head.
“You’re no longer in charge of anything, Kendra. We are. You will be punished as necessary, rewarded for being obedient.”